My wife was away for a weekend at a conference. On the day she went, her best friend came round not knowing she was away. I pretended my wife had just popped out for a while, and I offered Lisa a drink. She accepted. I went into the kitchen out of sight and poured her a very large vodka topped up with cola. I had the idea that I might be at last able to get into Lisa's knickers! She drank the drink straight down not realizing it was not just cola. I offered her another and, after three of these, she was starting to come on to me. Soon, we were both naked and rolling on the floor. I didn’t notice the front door open until after my wife walked in! She was livid! She could see Lisa was drunk and quickly guessed the rest. She slapped me across the face hard and then turned to Lisa, who had passed out from the drink. Between us, we carried Lisa up to the spare bedroom and put her to bed. Rebecca, my wife, slapped me again! “Get in the bedroom now!” she ordered. I didn’t dare disobey! The conference was cancelled due to a bomb scare. She said, “Unluckily for you! Get on that bed face down and spread yourself wide!” She tied me to the bed. I turned my head to see her pick up my old leather belt. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She hit me hard. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I heard her leave the room and return. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Oh the pain, what was that? THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Her riding crop, I realized. “Now, you have two choices,” she said. “You can leave for good, or you can stay under my rules! You will always carry out my orders or you will be whipped hard, and once a week I will whip you anyway just in case!” I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I agreed to stay. Lisa couldn’t remember anything when she woke up the next day. She and Rebecca are still best friends. I, however, am enslaved for good. Oh, good, today is weekly whipping day again!
-Levi, 46